Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

thought Ray were

"Ah --"

pain in her palm brought her back to

crumpled because of the pain and she

she was stopped by Brody forcibly. "Don't

ordered coldly, frowning.

take the pieces out, he

Would hurt.

the pale face of Tracy, and his heart trembled

to see her in

"No --"

of the knife touched her hand, she withdrew

to mention the knife directly passed

to take her hand back, but failed, because her hand was tightly held by Brody.

a while, the blood stained

eyes, which were full of

"You know it hurts?"

business. You don't have to be sarcastic

took a leap from the chair to the ground stiffly, her hand streaming with blood.

that Tracy's hand was dyed red by

"Have a seat --"

was sort of threatening this

much more stubborn than before.

"No --"

her

she looked at him coldly,

looked at him

what he was doing after being

as cold as ice. He pulled her to

about you? How

He snorted.

that he tightly pressed on her

you

continued to threaten.

Her face turned pale because it hurt so much and the bleeding had not stopped for such a long time.

so dizzy as if she was going to pass out.

"A little bit painful..."

with hesitation.

beat when

pain flashed through her

even felt that Tracy was very feeble, but she was still unwilling to fall

didn't say anything but stared at her

you feel painful, you can

down at her. Then he made up

knife

her eyes wide open, Tracy stared at the dagger intending to be stabbed into her flesh. She shivered

kind of fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

because her own

stabbed into her body, it must

"Hmm --"

was stuck in her palm, Tracy almost let out a scream, but she held it back.

teeth, she

"Clap -"

on Brody's hand

was her

the hilt of the knife. He was a little hesitant when he

didn't want to give up so easily. He gritted her teeth and pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although he

pain in her palm seemed to affect her

did feel the knife cutting her body.

Because of the pain, her whole body could not help but twist on the chair

finally

cut and

out several times to stop

"Idiot --"

Brody finally couldn't do anything to her. Annoyed, he stared at the crying